Or in this case, 1,000 feathers.
It's 3:45am, and I had to post.
I was working tonight and my husband was at the Sox game. We got home at approximately the same time and discovered that Rocco had chewed open the feather-pillow-top-bed-cover that we put on the futon. There are feathers everywhere. The pictures are self explanatory.
I am going to bed.
We have to tar and feather a dog in the morning.
And we have plenty of feathers.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
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Oh man ... he creates as much of a mess as a pack of 2.5-year old triplets!!
YOWZER!!!
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